You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 298

There was no choice.

He carried Joyce out of the lake and laid his jacket on the flat grass next to the boulders at the edge of lake.

Then, he carried Joyce there.

Earlier, he placed the flashlight on the boulder at the edge of the lake, and the light shooting out was ghostly shining on the sparkling lake.

And right now, Joyce was lying flat on the clean grass, nearly in a coma.

She was curled up like a newborn baby, but not peacefully, her body spasming every now and then.

Suddenly, as if she had reached the limit of endurance, she whimpered with difficulty, "So hot, hot …"

Even the wind had stopped.

The faint light of the flashlight outlined the soft curves of her body. Her cheeks were tinged with hues, against the snow-white face. She looked stunningly beautiful.

"Joyce, Joyce," he called her twice in a low voice.

She, on the other hand, was no longer responding. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, he had to possess her and help her release the toxicity of the drug. Otherwise, she would die from it.

Even if she was not in her right mind now, he could only do so.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing, increasingly rapid, and his heartbeat was accelerating, slamming up and down in an uncontrollable and disorderly manner.

He slowly leaned down and enveloped her beneath himself as he gently stroked her cheek as if treating a precious treasure.

Lingering kisses fell gently. He carefully filled her and possessed her with the utmost tenderness.

And he had no idea how long it took.